SCENE THIRD.
Night. An encampment of Moroccan troops on the edge of the desert. Watch-fires, with Soldiers resting by them.
A Slave.
[Enters, tearing his hair.]
Gone is the Emperor’s milk-white charger!
Another Slave.
[Enters, rending his garments.]
The Emperor’s sacred robes are stolen!
An Officer.
[Enters.]
A hundred stripes upon the foot-soles
For all who fail to catch the robber!
[The troopers mount their horses, and gallop away in every direction.